A Son’s Realization: Balancing Responsibilities
Once I became young, I started coming home late, spending nights outside, and developing a routine of sleeping throughout the day. My mother strongly objected, but I remained indifferent. Initially, she would stay awake due to my late nights, but later she began leaving notes on the fridge before quietly retiring to bed.
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Gradually, the notes expanded in scope, addressing issues like where to keep dirty clothes and where to place clean ones. The sentences evolved into reminders of tasks for the day, marking important dates and places to go. This continued for quite some time…
One night, exhausted, I arrived home very late. As usual, I found a note on the fridge, but without reading it, I went straight to bed. In the morning, my father’s desperate calls woke me up. His eyes were filled with tears as he delivered the heartbreaking news that my mother was no longer in this world. It felt like the ground had been pulled from beneath my feet, a mountain of sorrow crashing down on me.
I had only just begun to get my act together, and now this. The responsibility I had for my mother, the things I had to do… I was still on the path to improvement. I was about to tell my mother that I would not be coming home late anymore…
After the funeral and all, when I laid down at night, I suddenly remembered my mother’s nightly notes. I hurriedly went and retrieved one. It read:
“Son, I’m not feeling well today. I’m going to sleep. Wake me up when you come, and please take me to the hospital.”
The realization hit me hard. I was just starting to mend my ways, and now I was facing a new reality without my mother.